Champu vs. Champion
With his boyish smile and honey-like eyes
He waves to her when she walks down the street
He shyly holds her hand when no one's looking
And is her constant thought, be it cold rain or heat
With his hair neatly oiled and parted
His photo is more important to her than any treasure
And to simply hear of his coming back
Gives her immense joy and indescribable pleasure
But little does she know Champu is Champu no more
Her childhood sweetheart is long gone
In his place is Mr. Hottie
Leaving behind only the photo for her to mourn
There is no trace of nervousness in him
As he confidently strides with his bag slung over his shoulder
If she was standing alongside him
She would have fallen from the airport escalator
He makes his entry while she dances
And for a second their eyes meet
The only thing that remains the same is the face
The rest is an alien for her to greet
But as my good friend Soapy says
Champu or Champion
She has to be the Dharampatni to both
Piya Baavri over her Mohan
For she will always be the same good old Kastur
Though she might not mind the change of hairstyle.
🤣 🤣
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